Suddenly I discovered that I was cannon fodder in a novel, and the end was extremely tragic.
She kept a distance from the protagonist on the basis of not getting close to the protagonist to keep her safe.
But soon it was slapped in the face... It smelled so good.
Don't blame me... She didn't let me go.
Quirky little creator VS gentle Buddhist tyrant
Primary school students don't like to turn around in their writing
